Simplify to set yourself free. If I need a goal in order to keep moving towards something, that doesn't seem like a bad one. So I'm purging the cabinets, the shelves, the drawers, and the rafters of anything I can let go of. In doing so, I realize I can let go of all of it and I'll still be here, still be who I am.
It's not that I don't have feelings associated with these objects, these items I've accumulated. Some of them have a practical use, and as a practical person I have a hard time disposing of them. But tools are different- they have purpose, and thus, meaning. It's the trivia I feel compelled to say goodbye to.
Our pasts are so much trivia. Dates, places, names- souvenir coffee mugs that mark some detail about where we've been and when we were there. For what, though? Are we not more than these assemblages of trivia? Isn't who I am redefined and rediscovered in every moment of the present? Maybe the past helps explain or predict the types of things we do in the Right Now, but we are no more our past selves than we are our future ones.
For us, in this existence, we move through time under the belief that we are fixed, and that we ride the moving timestream as it flows incessantly forward. But in fact, we, too, are transient and ever-changing. All things change, and all things keep changing. So these trinkets that commemorate some moment in life- they're trivial bits of someone else's life. Someone who existed for a brief spell within the great and dynamic landscape that is my life. Someone I can embrace, reflect upon, remember, and then release.
It's not that I don't have feelings associated with these objects, these items I've accumulated. Some of them have a practical use, and as a practical person I have a hard time disposing of them. But tools are different- they have purpose, and thus, meaning. It's the trivia I feel compelled to say goodbye to.
Our pasts are so much trivia. Dates, places, names- souvenir coffee mugs that mark some detail about where we've been and when we were there. For what, though? Are we not more than these assemblages of trivia? Isn't who I am redefined and rediscovered in every moment of the present? Maybe the past helps explain or predict the types of things we do in the Right Now, but we are no more our past selves than we are our future ones.
For us, in this existence, we move through time under the belief that we are fixed, and that we ride the moving timestream as it flows incessantly forward. But in fact, we, too, are transient and ever-changing. All things change, and all things keep changing. So these trinkets that commemorate some moment in life- they're trivial bits of someone else's life. Someone who existed for a brief spell within the great and dynamic landscape that is my life. Someone I can embrace, reflect upon, remember, and then release.
